Please Come Back, My Love novel Chapter 300

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Please Come Back, My Love

Chapter 300

Thider the paramedics‘ calls, bila slowly came to in my arms. She opened her eyes and saw me, then burst into tears with a loud wall.

I cradled Lila against my chest as the ambulance doors slammed shut, the metallic clang reverberating through my bones. Paramedics moved around Julian’s stretcher with practiced efficiency, their voices a steady stream of medical jargon barely penetrating the roaring in

RP dropping–90 over 60.*

Increase the saline drip.”

Beside me, Ethan hunched against the wall, his face a mask of horror and guilt. Blood from his broken nose had dried on his shirt, but he

seemed oblivious.

“This is my fault,” he kept saying, the words tumbling out. “I brought her here. I led her to you. God, I’m so sorry-”

I pressed my lips to Lila’s hair, trying to ignore the way my hands shook.

“Mommy,” Lila whimpered against my shoulder. “Is the sad uncle going to die?”

The question hit me like a physical blow. The sad uncle. This man who’d destroyed me, who’d driven me to jump off a bridge. This man who’d also thrown himself in front of a knife for me without hesitation.

“I don’t know, baby,” I whispered. “The doctors are going to try really hard to help him.”

She pulled back, her tear–stained face tilted up. “I don’t want him to die.”

Neither do 1. The thought came unbidden, raw and terrifying. God help me, neither do I.

“Elena.” Julian’s voice was barely audible over the siren, but I heard it–heard the way it cracked around my name.

I shifted Lila to one hip and leaned over the stretcher. His face was gray, sheened with sweat, but his eyes were fixed on me with

devastating intensity.

“I need you to know- He coughed, and blood flecked his lips. “If I don’t make it-”

“Don’t.” The word came out sharp, desperate. “Don’t you dare say that.”

“Listen to me. His hand found mine, slick with blood. “Lila. She’s-”

Chapter 300

“Alright, I admit she’s yours; she has your nose, your mouth, I said, the words tearing free.

Something flickered in his expression relief, maybe, or grief. “Take care of her. Promise me

“You’re going to take care of her yourself, I interrupted, my voice rising. “You’re going to survive this and be her father, because I can’t- can’t do this alone again. I can’t lose you twice“:

The admission hung between us, raw and terrible. His eyes widened, and I saw understanding dawn–the realization that despite everything, some part of me still cared whether he lived or died.

“Elena,” he breathed, and the way he said my name made something crack open in my chest.

“Sir, conserve your energy,” a paramedic interjected, adjusting the oxygen mask.

But Julian’s gaze never left mine. Through the plastic, I saw his lips form words I couldn’t quite hear.

I love you.

The ambulance lurched to a stop. Suddenly we were moving–doors flying open, the stretcher rolling into harsh fluorescent lights, a

trauma team swarming around Julian.

“Twenty—Enight male, stab wound to the left chest-”

“Get him to Trauma 2, stat!”

I tried to follow, but a nurse caught my arm. “Ma’am, you’ll need to wait-”

“That’s my-” I stopped. What was he? My ex–husband? My daughter’s father? The man who’d broken me and somehow put some pieces

back together?

“He’s family,” I said finally.

The nurse’s expression softened. “I understand, but you need to let the doctors work. There’s a waiting area just through those doors.”

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